d tormented them, and they were
oppressed with thirst, but had not ventured from their hiding-place even
to look for water. At sunset a boy appeared bringing quarts of goat's
milk; he was the son of a certain Macraw, a staunch though secret friend
in the neighbourhood. Glenaladale at this time carried the fortune of
the little party--some forty gold louis and a few shillings--in his
sporran. He paid the lad for the milk, and in his hurry did not notice
that he had dropped his purse. They had hardly gone an English mile
before the loss was discovered, and Glenaladale insisted at all risks on
going back to look for the purse. He and his cousin did indeed find it
lying at the expected place, but though some shillings remained the
louis were gone. It was midnight before the indignant pair reached
Macraw's house, and the family were all asleep. They roused the master,
however, and fairly told him what had happened. No shadow of doubt seems
to have crossed the father's mind, no word of expostulation rose to his
lips. 'Without a moment's delay he returned to the house, got hold of a
rope hanging there, and gripped his son by the arm in great passion,
saying, "You damned scoundrel, this instant get these poor gentlemen's
money, or by the heavens I'll hang you to that very tree you see there."
The boy, shivering with fear, went instantly for the money, which he had
buried underground thirty yards from his father's house.' This accident
turned out most luckily for the Prince. He and Glenaladale's brother
while awaiting the other two had hidden behind some rocks; shortly after
they were hidden they saw an officer and two soldiers _coming along the
very path they had intended to take_. But for the delay caused by their
companions going back they must have fallen into the hands of their
enemies.

They now turned eastward, and after a long night's march found
themselves in the wild tract of country called the Braes of
Glenmoriston.

Here Charles was to find a new set of friends, different indeed from the
chivalrous Kingsburgh and the high-bred Lady Margaret, but men who were
as staunch and incorruptible as any of his former friends. These were
the famous 'Seven Men of Glenmoriston,' men who had served in the
Prince's army, and who now lived a wild, lawless life among the
mountains, at feud with everything that represented the existing law and
order. They have been described as a robber band, but that title is
misleading. They were